Walt: What the hell's wrong with her? She sounds drunk!
Phil: It's a tooth thing.
Walt: [beeping] Uh-oh.
Phil: What's wrong?
Walt: Oh, I'm almost out of air. Oh, boy.
Phil: Is that serious?
Walt: Is oxygen serious?
Phil: You know what? I lost a ton of time getting your glasses. I'm just gonna drop you at home. You can get your air. I can drive other people.
Walt: I don't have any more tanks at home.
Phil: Why? That seems like bad planning.
Walt: Well, I forgot to order them. My pills make me forget things. Oh, shoot! I gotta take my pill!
Phil: Please tell me you have it with you.
Walt: Of course I do, but I have to take 'em with food. Don't I?
Phil: Are you asking me?
Walt: Uh, yes! I do take them with food! Ooh. I don't feel so well.
Phil: Okay, I'll get you whatever you want! I'll get you the air, I'll get you the food.
Walt: Then I'll vote for your drunk wife.
Phil: That is not her drunk voice!